frustration, but not
Time = money.
It always has in my book. The older I get, the more that statement rings true. I’ve lately adoped another axiom:
My time is precious, therefore it costs a lot.
Now, I’m not saying I should be paid large sums of money for every little thing I contemplate doing. But I do need to be compensated for my work and my knowledge. It’s been 28…nearly 29 years in the making. And for those who want it, you gotta pay baby.
I received a healthy raise and a lovely bonus at my day job, and I couldn’t feel better about it. This year I was again passed up for a promotion, but really, I’m not worried. My compensation is beyond what I expected and I’m truly happier than ever.
In truth, I was worried when I switched jobs. Would I really be able to contribute in the new gig? I was set to turn myself into a DBA without really taking into account exactly what that meant. But looking back over the last year, I’m truly a happy man when I walk through the lobby doors in the morning. There was a time when I dreaded showing up for work. Now I virtually bounce in the door, grinning like a fool.
It makes me wonder truly where I’ll be next year, and the year after that. Here, now, on the cusp of 29 years old, I’m starting to realize that a little song I wrote so many years ago really is the essence of life. The hook is one of my favorites, and someday soon I’ll be producing the full track:
to be passionate
in life
is to
not expect
what you gain
Single but not lonely. Happy but not full of myself. Working to live, not living to work. This year is starting at a good mid-point. It may go up, it may go down, but it’s all good.
Truly. All good.